The holy mystery of Christmas is not hidden. It shouts in the streets like a vendor and blocks

the highway like a barricade. It’s the crazy unexplainable that flashes with bright

clarity for a second and collapses in the warm arms of hope that yearn for home. It’s the

beauty of heaven that falls with profound awe that you can’t shake—the blinding light

that seeps through the cracks of your perfectly sealed door after it’s slammed shut.

It’s that relentless gnawing, knowing that whispers, “Maybe, just maybe.”

©️Bonnie Saul Wilks